[fumbling in coat-pocket]
—why, look here, Mrs. Creech!
[At this LADY CREECH half rises from her chair with a profound shudder, sinks back again; PIKE continues.]
I've got a letter right here
[takes letter from pocket]
that tells me your brother-in-law was in business—and I respect him for it—only a few years ago.
LADY CREECH
[angrily]
A letter from whom?
PIKE